Did it actually happen? Night and day, bumpy roads, border patrol, endless scenery with no line on the horizon. Look look look, is this like venue? Downstairs, crowded, sweaty. Late night check-in, the heating at position nuclear, hostels, hotel, midnight dinners. Gas station with dogs means coffee and we’re on the road again. Autographs on the back of iPhones, chilli sauce, Boris, unpack, sound check, smell of diesel, watch out speed bump, self made vodka, Russian radio, where were we yesterday, tomorrow is nowhere, home.